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"What the fuck." Jason snapped, supremely unimpressed at having walked into the cave and straight into what was quickly becoming a familiar sight for the Batfamily.
Not that Jason (or most others) were pleased about that.
Dick smiled at him awkwardly from where he was straddling Bruce's lap, lips puffy and red because of reasons that Jason really didn't want to think about but had just been forced to partially witness. A new hickey was starting to darken on his neck, to join the ones that were already there.
Bruce definitely had some sort of possession kink. Jason hated that he now knew that.
"Sorry, Little Wing, it was, um. An exciting night. You need to talk with B?" He moved to get off of Bruce's lap, but the hands the man had on his hips flexed and stopped him.
Jason deadpanned on him, glad that he'd taken off his helmet so that they could clearly see how much Jason was judging them, before smacking a file down on the nearest counter. Jason didn't care or want to know how exciting the night had been, or what context Dick had been speaking with. If Bruce really wanted the damned information, he could extract himself from Dick long enough to come get it.
"Got the intel the old man wanted for the newer Hoodlum gang that popped up recently. You can look it over whenever. I am not sticking around to give a verbal report."
And boy, did he mean that. He'd always kind of known that there was something special about Dick to Bruce, known that he affected Bruce in a way that none of the rest of them did, but before they'd come out about their relationship, he'd never dreamed of the reason. Boy had that been a mindfuck to find out about, and even after Jason's reactionary rage had been soothed by Dick beating it into his head that Bruce had never touched him as a child until the fact stuck, he still wasn't entirely sure what to feel about it.
Honestly, if both Dick and Bruce weren't so honestly, sappily, embarrassingly happy together, Jason would probably still be of the mind of stealing Dick away and throwing attractive men at him until the desire to fuck the man that Jason still reluctantly thought of as his father went away.
(Just, fuck. Up until this whole Freudian relationship had been blown wide open, Jason had thought that Dick thought of Bruce in the same way Jason did. Apparently not. Hopefully not. It made their relationship about a hundred times more messed up if he did.)
"Thank you, Jason. I'm sure it will be helpful." Bruce said mildly instead of berating Jason for not sticking around to report, and that was the other thing. Bruce never would have done that before this whole thing started. Much as Jason hated to admit it, Dick was a good influence on him, better even than he'd been before he started letting the man do... whatever the hell they got up to in the privacy of their bedroom. Jason didn't even want to think about it in the most abstract of terms. (Nor did he want to contemplate that they might not keep it just to bedrooms.)
Dick beamed proudly down at Bruce from where he was still sitting in his lap, and yeah. Jason had about had his fill of this. He was happy they were happy together, but seeing it play out right in front of him was a whole other ballgame. Turning on his heel, Jason stalked back toward his bike.
"Call me if you manage to extract yourself from Goldie long enough to look it over and decide you need to go into Crime Alley. Dick, I'm still not going to call you Mommy."
Swinging his way over his ride, Jason was able to hear Dick's squawk and the beginning of Bruce's laughter before he cut the engine on and began making his way out of the cave.
He'd definitely left in worst ways before.